signs everywhere

While riding my quad I came across this puddle that just had me smiling.

Then it kept going from there.



can you see it?



In a rock.

In a print.

a heart rock?

           Even the moss was showing off.
    Or, am I just imagining that love is in the air?

                  Happy Valentine's Day

Beer Bread Recipe

After searching on line for a quick bread recipe to go with a vegetarian chili that I made for dinner I came across this beer bread one. I thought I'd share it with you.

             Cowboy Jack's Beer Bread

2/3 cup brown sugar
1 - 12 ounce can beer
1/2 tsp baking powder
3 cups flour
1/2 cup butter, melted

Heat oven to 375 degrees. Grease 9x5 loaf pan.

Beat beer and brown sugar together. Add baking powder and gradually stir in flour to a smooth dough. Pour into prepared pan.
Bake for 40 minutes. Remove from oven and pour butter over top. Return to bake 10 more minutes.
Remove and let cool 10 minutes before slicing.

I've made beer bread many years ago, but don't remember them tasting this good. You get a nice crunchy crust with the butter baked on. Very light textured center with great flavor. Really delicious.

  I read that this recipe came from a 200 year old horse ranch in Texas. Would love to get my hands on some of their other recipes.

         I cannot tell you how gorgeous it is here today. So I will show you with a few pics I took with my new Canon PowerShot.

This is the Pelican Marina on the Klamath Lake.

It is usually iced over completely this time of year, but as you can see this is quite a mild Winter for us here in Southern Oregon.

It's amazing what a little sunshine and the great outdoors can do for the soul.

Oh Pooh...............

Not the kind of job I want but someone should do it. I knew the time would come when I had to check my chickens hoo hoo to see if they have stopped laying.  Even though some are nearing four years old, I have read that when they lay a final egg it is usually really, really small.

And, it looks as though someone is telling me it's quits for her. Even my banty eggs are larger than this little thing.

So can you tell which ones gotta go? Hubby thinks I should only keep them as long as they are laying and we can sell some to help pay for their feed.

But he won't be checking their hoo hoos, so I'll make it look good by chasing them down, pretending to check them over and tell him I can't tell one hoo hoo from another and they'll just have to live to old age around here.

Works for me.